There isn't a kick in a dozen
of 'em. Go back and get your smoke, man!"
Hal must have looked at the machinist with unusual sharpness, for
Williamson went promptly out through the door, closing it after him.
"I'm ready to go aboard, Mr. Benson," proposed Lieutenant Danvers, "and
make a start whenever you're so inclined."
"We'd better put it off for half an hour," proposed Skipper Jack, with
a laugh. "That'll give Williamson a chance to have that smoke of his
over with."
"That'll suit me," agreed the naval officer, cheerfully. "In fact,
Mr. Benson, if you won't think me too much like cold molasses"--Jack
winced--"I would propose that we start at a little after one o'clock
this afternoon. Even at that, we'll be out long enough between that
time and dark."
"Any arrangement that suits you, Lieutenant, suits me," nodded Jack
Benson. "You're going with us to-day, aren't you, Mr. Farnum?"
"Don't you believe, for a moment," retorted the shipbuilder, "that I'd
let anything keep me from the first torpedo practice on one of our
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